Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.